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Apr 2018
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My mind is endlessly flitting from one thought to the next

thoughts of hate cutting deep through my skin,
carving out parts of myself that feel and tingle

No. That's too harsh
flit

longing for the loving touch of another,
Imagining the soft caress of a hand brushing my-

No. Stop imaging what you don't have.
flit

fantasizing what it'd be like to have deep love for someone
talking, arguing, laughing

No. Stop. That will never happen to you
flit

I long to-

No. You can't.
You are pathetic,
Nothing good will come from your life.
You are pathetic.

just a waste of space


flit

i want to bleed this out of me
let it flow through my fingers
watch it all drift away


no; flit


can we move on now?
my eyes are flowing, my soul aches,
can't i remember good things?
i want to be happy,
i want to be alive.
i feel.
isn't that enough?

I want it to be enough
flit
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Trying to confront all of the horrible things the mind can come up with.
Lauren Ehrler
Written by
Lauren Ehrler  22/F
(22/F)   
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